Involuntary Lesson
Involuntary Lesson
Illusion dissipates.
This is not home.
Defending predefined fate.
Questions not asked.
Sharing isolation openly.
Worshipping convention, rightious dogma.
Hoarding finite love.
Relegated as mere commodity.
This is not home.
Freedom left the building.
Deep pain rages.
Beyond explanation, barely tolerated.
The deeper pain is feeling
not what has been lost,
but what will be lost never again.
Nobody will know.
Confinement cost; dearest expense.
A tax for living here and now.
This is not home.
Words disallowed; phalanstery crumbles.
A future unlike any
it seemed it would become.
There will be no choice.
Respect each entity, the greater good.
Endless selfless sting, this mortal coil.
It was supposed to be safe. It wasn’t.
When a cry occurs in this empty universe,
will it be heard?
ne wetou nembor
